Disclaimer: The Friends and Buffy characters belong solely towards their respective creators, which is not me so I do not take credit for them. The only thing I take credit for is making Rachel the Slayer. (And part of that is actually credited to my sister...)

Chapter Four

"Wow," Chandler began as he looked over at Monica, wrapping a possessive arm around her. "Vampires who killed Faith...Who's Faith?"

A moment of silence overcame the Scooby Gang. "Faith was the Slayer before Rachel," Giles answered finally.

"What was she like?" Joey asked, immediately taking a liking to this girl.

"Fireball," Buffy began after a moment of thought. "Loved slaying, loved screwing, messing with the head's of men" she continued on. "And the women who dated those men!" she added angrily though mostly to herself.

"Basically Joey's dream girl with superpowers," Chandler began with a smile.

"Dammit, she's dead," Joey blurted out. "Why are the good ones always dead?"

Phoebe coughed slightly. "Excuse me, what about me?" she asked. "I'm not dead until October 31, 2027," she stated proudly.

"You know that for a fact?" Buffy asked curiously as she glanced over at Phoebe with a thin, raised eyebrow.

Ross nodded. "She knows when everyone's going to die," he announced.

"Really?" Buffy asked. "What about me?" she asked curiously.

"June first," Phoebe announced proudly.

"What year?" Buffy asked.

"Oh, you know what year," Phoebe said. "What, do I have to do everything for you?"

Anya began twitching her hands together nervously. "Am I at least going to have fifty years left?" she asked.

Phoebe thought that over for a moment. "No," she said as she shook her head.

"Ok, I think that's quite enough," Giles interrupted before Anya started panicking about getting older again.

"Oh, you're just jealous 'cause I'm going to live longer," Phoebe shot at him.

Giles sighed, ignoring the statement before turning back to Spike. "What did you say about vampires who killed Faith?" he asked exhaustedly.

"They're on their way here. Heard talk about it over at Willy's Place," Spike began as he continued staring at Joey and Phoebe. "Hey, is that Joey Tribbiani from Days of Our Lives?" he asked in shock. "And that's definitely Phoebe Buffay."

"But her sister's the one who does all the porn movies," Xander explained.

Joey smiled. "You've seen me on the show?" he asked, walking over to Spike.

Spike nodded. "Doctor Drake Ramoray, correct?" he asked.

Joey nodded slightly as he approached Spike. "You've seen me, huh?" he asked. "Do you want me to do a little Drake Ramoray for you?"

Spike sighed. "Yea, I've seen you. And no offense intended, but Passions is a much better soap."

"Passions?" Joey blurted out in anger. "How dare you say Passions is a better show than D.O.O.L!"

"Don't worry, Joe," Rachel began sympathetically. "I like D.O.O.L. better than Passions."

"I'm sorry," Dawn began, her hint that she was about to interrupt a conversation, "but D.O.O.L?" she asked in confusion. "What's D.O.O.L?"

"Days of Our Lives," all of the New Yorkers answered at the same time.

Giles groaned angrily, slamming one of the more heavy books down on the Magic Box table, immediately snapping everyone's attention. "Can we all please focus on the main point!" he yelled.

Everyone looked around at one another while mumbling various forms of agreements.

"Thank you," Giles said when it was all quiet. "Now, Spike, the vampires who killed Faith?" he asked.

"They should never have done that!" Joey muttered angrily. "Sorry," he added to Giles.

"What about them?" Spike asked. "I told you what I knew," he began in his defense.

"Do you know how many there are? If they're part of a sacred order? If they have demons paired up with them?" Giles began as Spike shook his head.

"Wow," Chandler began. "Vampires, sacred orders, life in Sunnydale be any more dangerous?"

As if on cue, the vampires approached the Magic Box and began throwing few stones through the window while pounding on the door.